the sea. He could think of nothing but her name Elise. God is the sweat running down his back. The water soaked her blonde hair black It's a perfect day. A perfect day, Elise He got burned by the
Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you say. I just can't stay here every yesterday. Like keep on acting out the same. The way we act out. Every way to smile. Forget. And make-believe we never
